<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:33:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg, Vince &amp; the Kids</title><subtitle type='html'>A snapshot of our family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-8693552784118785320</id><published>2007-02-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:00:49.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Mail</title><content type='html'>On Friday we went and got the mail and the kids each got a card so Hailey was pretty excited. We got home and opened the cards and thought it was funny that first of all, there was a Canada Post sticker folded over the top of both, but, whatever we just tore the envelopes open to see what was inside. Second, when we looked inside it was a card with a picture of Santa on it and it was a letter from "Santa" saying that he was coming to visit the kids since they had been good this year etc. A letter from Santa getting delivered on February 2nd? We couldn't figure it out cause it's way too long until Christmas arrives again and it's long past this last Christmas. We looked at the sticker from Canada Post and it just said they apologize for not pulling through with delivering mail on time, or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;Vince gave his mom a call since she works at Canada Post and I guess a bunch of mail had gotten stolen by two contractors that they hired to help during the Christmas rush. The couple had stolen 6000 pieces of mail in 2 days. Did they really think that they wouldn't get caught? I guess they had opened the mail and taken all the cash and gift cards out and had been using them. The guy is MIA but the lady is in the process of going through a court case. The odds are really bad for her being that the Crown Prosecutor lives in the area and some of his mail was stolen. What are the chances of that?&lt;br /&gt;So now it's the beginning of February and we just got our "Santa" mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-8693552784118785320?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8693552784118785320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=8693552784118785320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/8693552784118785320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/8693552784118785320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2007/02/stolen-mail.html' title='Stolen Mail'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-5985889078840675122</id><published>2007-01-31T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:14:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Suggestions??</title><content type='html'>We are trying to come up with a plan for summer holidays and want to try possibly a different location. Does anyone have any campgrounds that they would recommend? We are kind of looking for something in BC, maybe the Okanogan. We are not set on a location so any suggestions would be great, just somewhere fairly kid friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-5985889078840675122?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5985889078840675122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=5985889078840675122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5985889078840675122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5985889078840675122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2007/01/any-suggestions.html' title='Any Suggestions??'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-6557860165511716733</id><published>2007-01-15T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:27:03.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Hailey and Braden can be the best of friends and then the worst of enemies all in about two minutes. We wake up in the morning and they are so happy and loving with each other but as the day progresses the frustration starts to peek through every once in a while. After nap time they are refreshed and getting along great and then the same thing happens, which is normal. Hailey is a perfectionist through and through and likes things just so, and well, Braden likes to destroy whatever she's doing. Poor Hailey. Although Braden gets upset when he wants to play with her and she won't let him. Her newest thing is playing in her room with Barbies and if Braden comes in her room she pickes him up under his arms, and throws him out the door. Poor Braden.&lt;br /&gt;Braden has started to say a few words like the typical mama, dada, hi, and he attempts to say love you. His two newest words he's added to his repertoire especially for Hailey are don't and bad...proof of an older sibling I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-6557860165511716733?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6557860165511716733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=6557860165511716733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/6557860165511716733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/6557860165511716733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2007/01/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-5938545124795221911</id><published>2007-01-09T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:42:13.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Christmas and New Year's have come and gone and we are settling back into our routine again, which is nice. The excitement has faded and the kids are back to their normal sleeping habits. Christmas was lots of fun. We visited both families and the kids had a blast, with new toys and having someones undivided attention every moment that they were awake. We had lots of good food including two big turkey dinners.&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt again this Christmas that presents are not the highlight of Christmas even for the kids. Getting present after present is very overwhelming. All the kids wanted was for someone to play with them. Halfway through present opening Hailey was done and all she wanted was for someone to play hide and seek with her. I think so often we over do it with presents, especially for the kids, thinking that is what they want...but they don't. It was proved to me once again when just after Christmas we were doing some errands and we told Hailey that she could pick out one toy or Barbie or whatever with some of the Christmas money she had gotten. I was shocked when she looked at me and said "no mama, I already have lots of toys". I was so shocked, yet happy and sort of proud of her. I think this just proves that I think most of the time we overdo it with presents at Christmas time and need to remember that Christmas is not about presents it is a celebration of Jesus' birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-5938545124795221911?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5938545124795221911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=5938545124795221911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5938545124795221911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5938545124795221911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-4007233141552394445</id><published>2006-12-17T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:29:53.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>On Friday we had an appointment for pictures. The plan was to get a family picture done and then one with just Hailey and Braden. So, of course, Braden wouldn't go down for a nap and was grouchy but we hoped for the best. We got all ready and drove across the whole city only to find out that there had been a mix up and either I wrote down the wrong time on the calendar or they put our name in the wrong spot so we had missed our appt. Needless to say I was a bit choked but thankfully they decided to take us anyways. We got a family picture done and then Braden started to freak out so that was that at least we got a family picture. &lt;br /&gt;We went back today to pick up the pictures. Vince went in to get them and brought them back. They were completely out of focus. Braden's face as well as mine were all fuzzy. After all that and the pictures didn't even work out. Nooooooooo!!! We went and talked to the girls and they agreed that the pictured were bad so tomorrow we have yet another appointment to try this out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-4007233141552394445?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4007233141552394445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=4007233141552394445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/4007233141552394445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/4007233141552394445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-5791243135195808995</id><published>2006-12-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:24:16.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYnh-I/AAAAAAAAABs/AYMlZ1brCVc/s1600-h/baking1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006207855287044066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYnh-I/AAAAAAAAABs/AYMlZ1brCVc/s320/baking1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYnh_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7QS0vCeZ9tM/s1600-h/baking2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006207855287044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYnh_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7QS0vCeZ9tM/s320/baking2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYniAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B4Z04HIOQeU/s1600-h/baking3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006207855287044098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYniAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B4Z04HIOQeU/s320/baking3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-5791243135195808995?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5791243135195808995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=5791243135195808995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5791243135195808995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5791243135195808995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-baking.html' title='Christmas Baking'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmfhTYnh-I/AAAAAAAAABs/AYMlZ1brCVc/s72-c/baking1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-2955314220954114749</id><published>2006-11-24T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:16:49.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday time</title><content type='html'>On November 23rd Hailey turned 3 and Braden turned 1. I can't believe how fast time has gone by and it still seems a little crazy that they were born on the same day! It works well for now with having a party for both of them all in one shot but who knows how long that'll last for.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me a little bit sad just thinking about how big they're getting and watching them become more and more independent but in other ways it's exciting seeing how they are developing and watching their personalities shine through. Man, I love those kids!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006205892486989730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmdvDYnh6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/b2bgNmj6L-4/s320/birthday1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006205531709736818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmdaDYnh3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UDtUVtZjhhQ/s320/birthday2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006205536004704130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmdaTYnh4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1WE0q5aplx8/s320/birthday3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006205536004704146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmdaTYnh5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1UaAPipBSKs/s320/birthday4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-2955314220954114749?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/2955314220954114749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=2955314220954114749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/2955314220954114749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/2955314220954114749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-time.html' title='Birthday time'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UNwRF_VM40Q/RXmdvDYnh6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/b2bgNmj6L-4/s72-c/birthday1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-6004553588555594453</id><published>2006-11-23T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:34:34.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no... not the rim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7667/413509354339008/1600/891982/crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7667/413509354339008/320/807114/crunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So in August we sold our Volkswagon Golf and got a new Mazda 5. Much to Vince's delight there were 17" rims on the Mazda. He had been wanting rims for the Golf the whole time we had it but they cost so much money...money that we didn't have.About two weeks ago he went through a drive through and got a tiny little scratch on one of the rims and he was so choked. All I could say was "I'm so happy that you were the first one to do something to those rims"! Well, wouldn't you know on Tuesday me and the kids met some friends downtown for a playdate and we parked in an underground parking lot. The roadway in and out of there was so narrow I honestly don't think that two cars could pass each other and one of them not get totally scraped up on one side. Anyways, on our way down to park, another car was coming and so I pulled over to the side as much as possible and scratched another one of Vince's rims up (half way around the edge) on a curb that all of a sudden appeared there. I did feel pretty bad but at least he had done it first! Mine was a lot worse but he had still done it first.We were right close to his office so he came and met us for some lunch and after we had finished eating he came down to the car with us to help me load up the kids and the stroller, he didn't notice it and I didn't say anything. I knew he had a pretty busy afternoon ahead and wasn't sure how he would react so I didn't say anything. I felt so guilty on the way home and so I called him at work and he didn't answer. I finally told him just before he came home and the first thing he asked was how bad it was I said it was pretty bad and he said "oh, that's ok Meg"...what?! He wasn't mad at all. I think he knew I felt really guilty but still... Right after we talked he hopped on the bus to come home and about 45 minutes later I looked out the window and Vince walks up in front of the house, puts his work bag in the snow, bends down and is looking to see the damage. He comes into the house a few minutes later and says "wow... you weren't kidding that IS really bad... I want you to know that when the day comes that I get MY OWN CAR I am ordering 18" wheels for it... no questions"&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Vince!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-6004553588555594453?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6004553588555594453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=6004553588555594453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/6004553588555594453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/6004553588555594453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-in-august-we-sold-our-volkswagon.html' title='Oh no... not the rim!'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387468630745161203.post-5040246567234301075</id><published>2006-11-11T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:38:54.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time or art class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7667/413509354339008/1600/CIMG0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7667/413509354339008/200/CIMG0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we put Hailey down for a nap. She is usually so good with napping and bed, you put her down she goes to sleep and wakes up a couple hours later happy as can be. So we put her down, she was quiet and we continued visiting with some friends that were over. About three hours had passed and we still hadn't heard a peep coming from upstairs so we figured we had better check on her. Vince went up stairs came back down and says that I better go look at what she had done. We hadn't heard anything, how bad could it be? So the two of us go upstairs and she's snoozing away in bed but her entire bedroom, I mean walls, the door, dresser and nightable are covered in marker. I was shocked but also thought it was pretty funny being that I knew it was a washable marker. She didn't have markers in her room but I remembered that Braden had been holding one earlier and must have left it behind while playing in her room. At this point she had woken up and was pretty proud of her artwork although she was still looking pretty tired. She was showing us the faces and balloons and everything else she had drawn. She had also gotten some wipes from Braden's room, probably to wash off any marker she on her hands since she hates having dirty hands. But, she had taken every single wipe out of the container and layed them unfolded and perfeclty straight one on top of the other. Once she had woken up more we explained that this wasn't very good and she helped clean the walls, door, dresser and nightable off. Thank goodness for washable markers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3387468630745161203-5040246567234301075?l=megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5040246567234301075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3387468630745161203&amp;postID=5040246567234301075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5040246567234301075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3387468630745161203/posts/default/5040246567234301075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megvinceandthekids.blogspot.com/2006/11/nap-time-or-art-class.html' title='Nap time or art class?'/><author><name>Meghan Van Seters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02128166747972957079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
